Death is not Dying


by Jay V. Ruvolo


She says my soul is her blank slate,

a clay tablet for her to impress.

She passes through my heart again,

what she isn’t sure she believes.

I call out her name in my dreams.

I wake waiting for her to respond.

She continues to hammer her tacks

into my head.

I ask her to stop.

She says I never listen.

Source: Death is not Dying


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